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THE SHADOW ASPECT

By: Jessup

PART 03: Under the
Sea (II)

This is what happened:

Rei walked out of the shower room, toweling
off her hair, and was at once aware that someone else was in her apartment. She
recognized the stranger as her fellow pilot and co-worker, Shinji Ikari, the
Third Child. He currently wore the Commander's old glasses, the ones he had
broken during his rescue of her in the accident with Unit-00.

Lt. Ibuki had saved the glasses from
Experiment Station's clean-up crew and brought them to Rei when she was
recuperating in the hospital. It was one of many odd gestures the woman made
towards Rei, but one that the First Child appreciated on a certain level. The
Commander's broken glasses were a symbol of the concern he had shown for her when
she had been injured, possibly died. The fact that Commander Ikari had worried
for her wellbeing even when she was easily replaceable, that he had allowed her
to heal her broken body instead of simply replacing it with a fresh duplicate,
meant�

�warmth.

A succinct if vague definition but it was
the best label Rei could put to the tangle of thoughts and images in her heart.
The First Child was an outside observer of the human condition and the ease
(and carelessness) with which others threw around words like 'love' and 'hate'
without respect for their underlying concepts made little sense to her.
Perhaps, Rei often thought to herself, their capacity for experiencing and
navigating emotion is what made them human and her not.

So when she saw the Third Child being
careless with those glasses Rei moved to take them away from a boy who had no
concept of their worth. He panicked and tripped, falling down on her. At the
same time his satchel caught on her underwear drawer and its contents were
strewn over them.

He stared down at her with� some sort of
emotion. There was a heavy pressure on her chest where he had placed a hand of
his. He didn't move off her.

"Would you move?" she asked
flatly.

He did.

No, this
is what happened:

Ikari-kun stares
down at her with warmth in his eyes, just like his father had that day. It seems
as if warmth is everywhere, spreading out through his hand on her chest; warmth
through his clothed body into her naked one, just from close contact.
Something� something VERY warm is
poking at her pubic region. In fact, Rei feels her body generating its own
warmth in that space between her legs that serves no purpose. Just by being
near her Shinji Ikari is giving her more warmth than she has ever felt in her
whole lifetime.

And then comes a
thought that steals her warmth: what if he moves away from her?

"Please don't
go," she says, voice trembling with need. "Please don't get
off."

"I
won't," he whispers, leaning his face closer to hers. Something stiff digs
into her mons and her body sparks. Warmth
and sparks: Rei now has two words for these strange sensations. "D-did
anyone ever tell you you're b-b-beautiful, Rei?"

The question
unsettles her. The issue of physical appearance has never been relevant to her
life before. Yet the thought that he finds her beautiful � something with
special value above others � brings more warmth. "N-no. Never. Am� am I,
Ikari-kun?"

He brings his face
close to hers and their lips touch.

Rei is not
unfamiliar with this courtship ritual. Even her sporadic attendance at school
has introduced many difficult concepts to her, including kissing. She understands
its appeal in a clinical sense as being an act of two individuals that attempts
to bridge the impossible distance between their hearts, but never has she
considered kissing or being kissed herself.

But now, being
kissed? It brings Rei warmth and sparks galore.

It also brings to
mind the Commander's voice: "Rei," he so often says to her, "you
have a purpose."

Purpose: to defeat
the Angels and initiate Instrumentality by the forbidden union of Adam and
Lilith using her body and soul as a conduit.

Reward for
fulfilling that purpose: a return to nothingness, the only thing she wants in
this cold reality termed 'life'.

Being kissed: not
something she was intended for.

Rei breaks the kiss
and turns her face away from Shinji's, afraid of WANTING to kissed again. She
has never wanted anything before, save release from the suffering that is
existence. Her heart races at the though of Ikari-kun's lips and of the feel of
his hands on her and of that� that erection�.
pressing against her womanly place.

Rei understands the
three things a female can productively use a male's erection for:

Mating � that which
she cannot do.

Making love �
something which she neither understands nor has the capacity to do.

Fucking � yes, she
can engage in a purely physical action. It would bring her warmth, so much
warmth. It would be easy to open her legs, give him access, and allow Ikari-kun
to do things to her body; things that
human boys do to human girls.

But she is not a
normal human girl. She may not even be human.

"N-no!"
she reminds herself aloud. "Stop! This is not right!"

Shinji thinks she's
talking to him when he asks, "Wh-what?"

She turns her head
to face him once again. She tries to tell him: this is not what I am meant for � I am a tool of the Commander to bring about Instrumentality, a tool
used to pilot Evangelion and fight the� the�

�the Angel.

Rei frowns. That
last thought seems terribly important� why?

"Ikari-kun,
this is not right! Something is�

�a region
associated with disposing of bodily wastes and reproduction," explained
the Commander.

Rei Ayanami, looking all of nine years old, sits nude
on the examination table. The Commander and Dr. Fuyutsuki are introducing her
to the basic biology of her body so that she may one day function more
autonomously. Dutiful even at such a young age, she listens attentively and
files the information presented to her for future reference. When they reach a
point she does not fully comprehend she asks the Commander to elaborate.

"Reproduction?"
asks Rei, curious. She spreads her knees apart and leans over. In the gap
between her legs there is her urethra, which she understands from daily use,
but it is nestled among tabs of discolored skin. The purpose of that region has
always eluded her. It seems to serve no purpose from what she has seen.�

Doctor Fuyutsuki
looks away from her body. The Commander, as always, fixes eye contact on her
and explains, "The act of two biologically-compatible individuals mixing
their genetic material together in order to propagate their species."

Rei accepts his
word as indisputable fact. Following that train of thought to the next logical
question, she asks, "I am able to reproduce?"

"No,"
states the Commander.

"Why not?"

"Because it is
not your purpose."

He waits, as if his
statement is some sort of test, but Rei Ayanami merely accepts his word as
gospel and draws her knees back together. The Commander takes that movement as
a sign the discussion is over.

"Moving
on," he pages the PowerPoint to a new slide featuring a human GI tract,
"here is the relevant information regarding your�

�pants and boxers
are around Ikari-kun's ankles and his hot, hard-yet-supple shaft is pressed
between her inner thighs last than two inches from her slit. She can feel his
heart beat through the telltale twitch of his stiff penis. She can feel it. She can also feel how her skin, still damp from the
shower, soaks in that incredible heat. Before she can stop herself Rei pushes
her thighs closer together, enveloping him further in her lean flesh, all to
keep Ikari-kun from taking his warmth away from her.

The reason she
cannot stop herself is that the Third Child is� is worshipping � there is not
other word for it � her two breasts. He is laying hands on her, rolling and
pinching and massaging the swells of her chest. It's impossible how he is
making her feel. It is more than sparks or warmth or even heat� like the heat of his that she's desperately trying to keep
trapped between her thighs. Her skin itself has come alive. It is no longer the
dull sensory organ that Rei must clean each morning, that Doctor Akagi jabs
needles and tubes into. No. Now the First Child feels every brushstroke of
Ikari-kun's touch rippling through her whole body. It's almost too much for
her. She's afraid of what will happen to her if it does indeed become too much.

This, she realizes
in a minor epiphany, is pleasure.

She's never felt pleasure
before.

She's never imagined
that her body, her cage of flesh, could produce such a� a good thing.

She wants more. She
wants�

�to know what she
is supposed to feel.

The damaged entry
plug is drained of LCL and the Third Child is leaning into the plug through the
emergency access hatch. His face is wet with tears, his eyes are shining, and
his words are strange.

"Don't ever
say that, don't say that you have nothing else," he admonishes her, weeping,
"just don't say that! And don't say goodbye when you leave on a mission,
it's just too sad."

"Why are you
crying?" When he doesn't answer her she searches for something to say. She
fails. "�I'm very sorry, but I don't know how to express myself in
situations like this."

He wipes the tears
away from one eye. "Why don't you just try smiling?"

The Third Child's
suggestion confuses Rei. Smiling? Do not social mores dictate that smiling is
done when someone is happy and not
confused? But then she remembers Commander Ikari smiling in relief when he
rescued her and something clicks in Rei's mind about what it means to smile. So
she tries to comply with Ikari-kun's suggestion.

It takes effort.
The muscles of her face aren't used to such an arrangement. It twinges just a
little.

�but, amazingly,
her smile brings warmth to him. She never knew she could give another person�

�herself. She's
never wanted to give herself to anyone save the Commander, and only then she was
giving over her life to his purpose, not her body. The bargain they have � she
brings him to Yui and he lets her return to nothingness � suddenly seems
unimportant compared to giving back warmth to Ikari-kun.

Using her slim
thighs she gives his trapped member a light squeeze. Shinji moans. He rests his
forehead on her bare breasts and she can't see his eyes anymore. Shinji's
posterior buckles upwards, half-withdrawing his erection from her thighs. She
opens her mouth to ask him to� do� something with it� but before she can
Ikari-kun makes a little stab downwards, driving his cock back into the warm,
sticky place they�ve made together between her inner thighs. Rei groans as
sparks tingle up and down her legs.

An idea briefly
flickers through her mind of taking the bath towel she's lying on top of and
wrapping it around both of them, bringing them closer, trapping their body heat
together. Rei can't will herself to try, however. She curious to see what he'll
do next and she doesn't want to risk him stopping.

Ikari-kun rolls his
head to the side and extends his tongue. When he flicks the warm tip of it
across one of her tiny, erect nipples a wonderful chill runs�

�up her legs as Unit-00 sank into the
shadow. It felt cold, colder than even that last bolt of pain she'd felt when
Naoko Akagi had finally broken her neck. �

Her right hand reached out for the plug's
butterfly handlebar controls and she triggered the emergency ejection command.
Nothing happened. Instead a message labeled 'Unknown Error' popped up on her
HUD.

Over the radio Pilot Soryu screamed out,
"M-MISATO! HELP ME!"

But there was nothing anyone could do for
them. There was only the shadow, the cold, and inevitable defeat.

When Unit-00 had at last been totally
consumed Rei Ayanami looked out through her Eva's sensors and saw�

�Ikari-kun licking
and kissing and massaging her breasts, her body, herself. Beyond the pleasure of it all she could think of
was how he thought she was beautiful.
He thought she was attractive, special, when everyone else had always looked at
her and saw too-pale skin, freakish hair, and eyes that--

(Wait. This... this did NOT happen! He
got off of me when I asked!)

"S-stop!"
she says, trying to fight off her own body's hunger. "Ikari-kun, this is
not real! We are still inside out
Evas!"

Shinji does not
listen. Instead he gathers up the swell of her right breast in his hand, plumping
up the sensitive flesh, and brings down his open mouth onto it. The warmth of
his mouth as he sucks her tit into himself, the rough texture of his tongue
slathering over her nipple, and even the sharp pain of his teeth digging into
her skin� it's finally too much for Rei.

What happens next
is as beyond 'sparks' as pleasure is
beyond 'warmth'. It's as if her five senses pool together and flash stronger
than an AT-Field. The First Child is aware of everything her body is touching
in extraordinary detail � she feels every fiber of muscle on Shinji's tongue as
it curls around her left nipple, she can feel his warm salvia wash into every
crinkle and crevice of her little tan nipple's skin. Her thighs squeeze
together tighter still, working the stiff penis trapped between them. The
weight of Shinji's body on her is so real, so great, it's as if she is the
Earth and he is the Sun � they are eternally linked and it is meant to be.

"H-uuuuuh!" she gasps. In her delirium
Rei releases her death grip on Shinji's erection and spreads her legs outward
in an unconscious invitation.

She has to tell
him, Rei thinks. He has to know what he's doing to her. Yet all she can manage
to do is arch her back and cry out, "Ikari-kun!
Ikari-kun!"

As Rei soaks in the
afterglow Shinji removes his mouth from her breast. Instead he takes one hand
and presses it onto the center of her chest. This confuses Rei, at least until
she realizes where his other hand has gone and what it is holding.

"Rei," he
grunts, "I love you."

(Why would anyone
love me?)

"NO!!"
she screams, feeling him press the pre-cum coated tip of his erection into the narrow
space between the folds of her�

�labia spreads
easily, though the discolored flesh, its hue far darker than her otherwise pale
skin, feels particularly tender under her fingers. Curious, she thinks, studying the reflection of her naked genitals.

It's early 2014 and
Rei has been living by her herself for three months. Her apartment is starting
to take on a layer of dust that will soon turn to grime. There is no reason to
maintain the place, not from Rei's perspective. She only uses it for sleeping. Besides,
even if something unfortunate were to occur to her because of its poor
conditions she can be replaced if need be.

Now though she is using
her apartment for personal exploration. In recent weeks her body has begun to
show signs of puberty. As she has seen with several of her female classmates'
bodies in the mandatory showers after Physical Education classes, Rei's vulva
and pubic region has begun to sport small hairs. A secondary sexual characteristic, she remembers from the
Commander's biology lessons.

Rei is sitting on
her bed, knees draw up and folded legs spread in a wide 'V' shape. Resting in
front of her nude body is a small mirror propped up by a pile of school
textbooks to produce a suitable angle at which she might inspect her changing
body. Remembering the sensitivity of this particular region to pain from past
hygienic activities, Rei is careful as she explores her mound with the tips of
her fingers.

She reads off the
name of each part of her anatomy from memory as her fingers work their way
downwards from the stray hairs that drew her childlike curiosity to explore
this unimportant and purposeless part of her body: mons veneris, the gentle swell of fatty tissues that sports her
newly grown hairs; clitoral hood, clitoris (not viewable at the moment), outer
labia, inner labia. As her fingertips do their exploring the things under their
touch grow slightly warmer.

At last Rei takes
hold of her lower body's lips on either side and spreads them out. There is a
twinge of pain as she does so but the First Child is very much used to that
sensation by now. Her action reveals the pinkish-red tissues of her vagina. Rei
studies her inner self for a few moments, memorizing the appearance of this and
the rest of her genital area. Then, carefully, she brings down her right index
finger and push the tip of it int--

"Ow!"

Rei jerks her hand
back. That was a distinctly unpleasant
feeling, she notes for posterity. Strange.
I had understood that to be enjoyable.

The First Child
stares at the reflection of her body, then leans forward to pick up the mirror.
I have seen enough now, she�

�can't think. She
can't think. She can't think. There
is only Shinji's awful weight and the certain knowledge of what is about to
happen. Something inside the First Child snaps and she screams with a power and
a level of emotion alien to her, "NO!! STOP!!
PLEASE, SHINJI!! PLEASE STOP!!"

Please don't hurt me. Not you too.

Shinji's body
quakes (Rei shivers as his cockhead accidentally brushes along the length of
her glistening slit) and his eyelids, previously half-closed in his delirium,
snap open. He throws himself off her, rolling to the side, and Rei is left
feeling a mixture of conflicting emotions. It hurts her head trying to put them
in semblance of order. All of it, all the things she's never had to deal with
or even consider before, ideas of pain and pleasure and wanting something you
shouldn't have, is too much for Rei. She closes her eyes; one tear drop streaks
down each cheek before disappearing into the locks of sweat-soaked azure hair
that cling to her scalp.

Fighting back the
perplexing mixture of hunger, desire, fear, and revulsion, Rei looks to Shinji.
The Third Child is not in a good way.

"Rei," he says with great urgency,
pouring so much of his emotion into her name. "Rei, oh God! I'm sorry! I'm
sorry, p-p-please f-forgive�"

He covers his face
with a hand and turns away from her. His body trembles, as if a great force is
fighting its way out. Rei understands the principle of the matter.

What am I supposed to do in a situation such
as this? How am I supposed to react? How can I help him with his pain? What do
I do?

�

She does not know
what is proper in these circumstances. All she is certain of is that she wants
to hold him. Physical contact, Rei
decides, would be pleasing for both
parties. So she takes his nearest hand in hers and holds him in her own
small way.

Shinji uncovers his
face and looks at her. Some emotion passes over his face, what exactly Rei
Ayanami does not know, but it warms her heart.

"Ikari-kun,"
she says, savoring the simple feeling of his fingers interlaced with hers.
"You stopped. For me."

For me. For me. For me. For me. I asked and
he stopped for me because he did not want to hurt me.

"B-but,
Ayanami," he says, voice shaking. Rei notes that his erection is still tall
and rigid. "I a-a-almost� I almost didn't�"

And then, without
warning, Shinji Ikari disappears in a blink of an eye.

"IKARI-KUN!" shouts Rei, reaching over and running her
hand through the space the Third Child previously occupied next to her on the
floor. She futilely looks around the apartment. "Shinji?!"

"He is
occupied elsewhere."

Rei's eyes widen.
She knows that voice. "Commander?" The First Child twists around to
find Gendo Ikari, dressed in his standard NERV uniform, towering over her.

His voice is cool
and without passion. "You should not have engaged the Third Child in that
manner, Rei. You know his relationship to your genetic donor. What you were
considering was� disgusting."

Rei casts her eyes
downwards, unable to object to his analysis. "I� I did not want, did not
mean t--"

"Your wants
are irrelevant. You exist for a purpose, Rei. Or has the allure of silly
indulgences made you foolish?"

"I�"

"You still
feel it, don't you? Between your legs? The need, the desire to mate."

The Commander's
words hit home. Rei does feel the
pull of instinct, even in the absence of Shinji to reciprocate. Her private
parts tingle and the warmth in her body hasn't yet gone away.

"You're going
to do it, aren't you? You're going to be selfish and stick your fingers into
yourself, molest your own body, just to satisfy an irrelevancy."

The need, the heat,
the urge, blooms within Rei. It's
almost as if Commander Ikari is ordering her to pleasure herself in front of
him.

(Why would he order
that? Why is he even here? Where did Sh--)

"I do,"
whispers Rei, pressing her legs together. "Sir, I do."

"Then do it
and be done with it already!"

The First Child,
still on the floor, curls into a fetal position. Breathing growing heavy, she
reaches down to touch herself.

"Haaah!"
she groans, unused to this feeling or most any feeling at all. "Haah!"

The fingers of her
left hand, drawn stiffly together, mechanically stroke from her bush backwards
to the rose of her anus and then forwards again. The process repeats. Her right
hand gropes at her left breast, attempting to replicate Ikari-kun's successes
there.

"Uh! Huuuh! Uuuh!"

It's the blind
groping of an innocent. Rei's fingers are guided not by backroom gossip or
saucy excerpts snuck from a trashy paperback but rather by blind, raw need. A
nature that the First Child long considered absent from her being, one that she
has no experience handling, drives her to act out the most natural impulse of
all.

"Huuuh!
Haaah!"

Rei's fingers and
palm grow slick with her pussy's lubrication. Her masturbation takes on a new
level of sound as small, wet noises fill the silent apartment. Slowly, as her
folds grow fat with blood and excitement, her whole skin, especially her face,
takes on a prominent blush. This blush only intensifies as Rei fights off her
awareness of Commander Ikari's watching eyes. He can see me do everything, she suddenly thinks. He must smell me, my woman's smell.

"Uuuhhhhh!
Ohhhh!"

She groans.
"Please� please do not look at me, sir." When she peeks upwards the
Commander's stance is unchanged. Rei shudders, curls back into the fetal
position, and focuses on her own unquenchable need.

"Haaah! Uhh!
Mmm!"

There is a change
in her body, one that Rei does not see nor is aware of. As her excitement grows
and what the First thinks of as warmth and sparks grow from her crotch and
spread out into her whole body a small, pink bud rises to prominence at the
opening of her vulva. Rei's clumsy fingers, stroking back and forth along her
wet pussy, brush against it.

"HUUUH!"

Rocking with
pleasure, Rei uses her left index alone to circle around this one amazing
point. The hand on her breast focuses on the nipple, squeezing and rubbing the
tiny caramel-colored nib. Rei shakes as something frantic builds up inside her.
A fantasy of Shinji, back from wherever he was taken, fills her imagination. He
is atop her again, pressing his engorged penis into her slit, pressing her down
with one hand as he moves his whole weight into her. Her lower lips are
stretched apart as he moves into her and makes her a wo--

"Sh-SHINJI!" she bursts as her body shakes with waves of
electricity. "N-nnnnnn! Uhh! Aaahh!
Mmm!"

The urgency of her
animalistic need spikes, then fades, before a warm sense of happiness replaces
it. Rei Ayanami neither reflects on this feeling's uniqueness in her life, nor on
any other philosophical aspect of her first self-induced orgasm. Instead she
does a distinctly un-Rei-like thing.

She mellows.

Circling down from
a great height, Rei Ayanami breathes in and out. She is totally aware of her
body and the thought of touching herself again is unbearable. Even the feel of
the bath towel's fabric underneath her is too much. Each bristle seems to rake
across her sensitive skin, as if every point of her body was like the special
bud between her legs. She tries not to move.

Time passes.
Reluctantly, Rei uncurls, extending her slender arms and legs out on the dirty
apartment floor. She also looks up to see the Commander is still watching her.
But something has changed about him, something that takes Rei less than a
second to notice.

There is a large
tent in his dark uniform dress pants. A small, wet spot graces the tip of the
tent.

"Rei," he
says, "I have a use for you."

The Commander
undoes his belt, then the pants button underneath it. He stops after that. Rei
knows why. He wants her to take the last step, to pull the zipper down his fly,
to take him in her small hand not because he's already out there but because
she went inside in search of him.

He has a use for me, she thinks. Could this be part of my purpose?

The idea of having
more pleasuring, or even experiencing mutual pleasure, appeals to the First
Child. And if she cannot partake of that experience with Ikari-kun, why not
with the one other person who has shown her affection?

(Why not? Because you know he doesn't--)

Rei pushes that
traitorous thought away, instead imaging the Commander's weight on her as he
rubs his shaft along her waiting slit. She trembles at the forbidden idea. Doctor Akagi would not approve.

That fact make Rei
feel happy, though she cannot say why.

She says,
"Yes, sir."

The First Child gets
on her knees and shuffles over to the Commander. First she grabs hold of his
undone belt and slowly pulls it out, careful not to damage his uniform with
haste. She sets the belt aside in a neat roll. Then she takes hold of his
zipper in one hand and the top of his pants in the other and rolls the zipper
down. She rustles his pants down, revealing not briefs like Ikari-kun but bare,
muscled skin. Naked skin. ��

Rei draws in a
sharp breath.

Hanging between the
Commander's powerful legs is a long, thick rod of erect flesh; its heavy head,
slick with shiny pre-cum, points dully at Rei's face. Her eyes follow it to its
base, the dark, hairy juncture between his legs. Hanging on below on either
side of his cock are two large, fleshy testicles. Rei brings a hand up and
before she can stop herself she cups one of the two egg-sized lumps in her
right hand. The smooth skin of the sack is warm in Rei's hand. Her touch, she
notices, causes the head of his cock to flare, causing a tiny emission of lubricant.

"Rei,"
orders the Commander, "take me in your mouth."

She looks up at him,
unsure of how such an act could be physically possible, but his cold black eyes
encased behind orange-tinted glasses silence her. Still hesitant, she still
nods. "Y-yes, sir."

Rei slides her
right hand up his crotch, away from his balls, and wraps her small fingers
around the base of his erection. She then takes her left hand and delicately
takes hold of him midway up his length. The Commander's member feels both
impossibly hard yet undeniably supple. Despite her anxiety a part of Rei wants
this to happen. She stares at his wet cockhead and contemplates what is about
to happen.

The First Child
leans forward and cautiously licks the underside of his head. A salty, slightly
bitter flavor registers on her tongue.

"Rei. I
ordered you to take me into your
mouth."

"Yes,
sir."

"And watch
your teeth."

"Yes,
sir."

Rei Ayanami opens
her mouth as wide as it can go and then leans forward. Slowly, she manages to
work the bulbous head of the Commander's penis into her mouth. It's a tight
fit. Breathing hard through her noise, the heavy smell of him fills her
nostrils. It's� not bad. It's not Ikari-kun, but it's not bad.

Wetting the skin of
the cock helps. Rei pauses in her efforts and pulls back to rub the saliva and
pre-cum coated two inches at the head of the Commander's shaft back all along
the rest of its length. The sight of her tiny, pale fingers dancing all along
his cock fascinates Rei Ayanami. Soon his whole member's skin shines in the
apartment's limited lighting. Commander Ikari is softly grunting by this point.
Rei knows that the emissions of excitement from his erection's tip are
increasing.

Rei goes down on him
again. Gradually she reaches a point where she can go no further � the back of
her mouth. Any further and he would be in
my throat, Rei think, and that is not
likely, especially as he ordered me to pleasure him with my 'mouth'.

Commander Ikari,
however, cares nothing for semantics. "More."

Rei, mouth still
filled, tries to looks up at him and commutate that she can't. That it's impossible.

"MORE,"
he demands.

The Commander
roughly grabs hold of her hair and without warning forces Rei Ayanami as far
down on him as physical possible. Only her years of experience dealing with breathing
LCL prevents her from gagging or retching as this warm, foreign thing rudely
uses her throat. Yet all Rei can think of as her nose presses into the curly
mass of brown hairs covering his pubis is he's
in me he's in me I am his.

The pace that
follows is relentless. A more experienced girl would characterize it as a
proper face-fucking, maybe even a face-rape. Rei Ayanami, as previously stated
however, is an innocent in the world of sexuality and merely accepts what
happens as part and parcel of her purpose. It may not be enjoyable, it may be
hard to breath, it may even hurt, but she finds satisfaction in following the
Commander's orders� and, yes, in being with the Commander.

Finally the man
reaches a breaking point and he shoves himself as deeply as he can into Rei
Ayanami's face. The First Child feels the first wave of white cum travel up his
length, the liquid ripping the tight skin her tongue is servicing.

"Y-Yui!"
he grunts.

Rei's heart breaks.
As thick ropes of his seed (Shinji-kun
came from this, she thinks) shoots down her throat, she sobs. Her
meat-filled mouth, however, muffles her cries. When the Commander finishes
spurting he releases his iron grip on her head and stumbles backwards. His dwindling
shaft slips from her lips, bringing with it an outpouring of clear salvia and blobs
of his white cum that leak from his cock's last, erratic spasms. It all runs
down Ayanami's chin, collects at a point, and dribbles onto the floor.

Rei gasps for air,
involuntarily sucking the mixture of juices down her windpipe. She gags and
falls face-forward onto the dirty floor. The First Child's face turns beet red
as she struggles to clear her throat between bursts of tears. She can taste his
salty flavor on her lips, in her mouth, in her throat; some has even backed up
into her nose where it burns Rei. The worst sensation, though, is the feel of
queasy hotness Ayanami feels in her stomach. She can feel the Commander's seed
pooling inside her. It fills her with a strange sensation, one she doesn't
understand, at the thought of Shinji Ikari finding out what she has done, of
knowing what she has willingly taken into herself.

It is shame.

For only the second
time in her life, Rei Ayanami finds tears filling her eyes.

The Commander
reaches down and grabs Rei's wrists. Before she can react he forces her
facedown onto the apartment's filthy floor and sits on her thin legs. His
weight is too much. She cannot move. She is too weak to fight back.

And, going off the
evidence of what she can feel slumped across the back of her right thigh, Rei
can tell that the Commander's large erection has returned.

This time he does
not want Ayanami to use her mouth to pleasure him.

"Yui," he
moans, rubbing his thickness along her slit. "My Yui."

"NO!" she cries, her soul filling with a fear that
she has never before felt, not even as the Shadow Angel drew Ikari-kun into
itself. "No! Rei! Commander
Ikari, I AM R--"

He does not listen.
Instead he draws back, rocking on his knees and thereby sending bolts of pain
through Rei's legs as he shifts his heavy weight over her delicate bones,
before then immediately shifting forward again and stabbing int�

"SHINJI!!"
Rei flinches... but the
expected blow does not come. The painful pressure on her legs is gone. With a
start the First Child opens her eyes and turns over.

The Commander is
not there.

He is, in fact,
nowhere to be found in the room.

"I� I do not
understand. How�?"

(The Angel.
Remember the Angel. You Are�)

"�still inside
my Eva," says Rei, finishing the thought. Why did I forget that? Her stomach grumbles. And why did I� I let the� the Commander do� THAT� to me?

"You did
it," says a new voice, "because you love him even though he doesn't
love you back."

Rei whips her head
around. There, sitting casually on the First Child's bed, is a woman in a lab
coat. "D-Doctor Akagi?!"

"Please,"
says the burgundy-haired scientist, "call me Naoko."

TO BE CONTINUED

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